He has already reached and stopped at his mental age.
She is passing at his cottage in her menopause.
But they are still fresh lovers.
He likes a huge leafless tree who desperately looking for rain.
And she likes a tiny baby who is craving for her doll?
How sad these eternal lovers they met at the World's end?
Two very fragile, and sad human beings. Edward Young said it best, 'Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.'.Very poignant write, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
I read this poem over and over again. I can't make out what your trying to convey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very pulling at the heart, a superb write, Thankyou for sharing this Love duncan X